Relationships

I was driving to San Jose, the one in California. But I can't remember where I was driving from except that it took me 4 days to get there. Strange, because I live in Palo Alto. I was alone in my car, but not alone on the trip. Someone was in another car going there with me.
I stopped at a 7-11 for some reason. For a slurpee? Maybe a break? Who knows. But I parked in the empty lot. I walked past the incredibly tall, ivy covered brick walls which surrounded the small store like a fortress. The sky was pitch black, and even the air around me was dark. I slipped into the store, browsing for something yet nothing in particular. I eventually fell into conversation with the employees. But as we chatted, another car pulled in. I realize now, that I had been watching for that car. More importantly, the driver of said car. The driver being my life's complication. My boyfriend.
I didn't really want him to see me, which is odd because I know we were traveling together. HE was my traveling companion! Yet I skirted the light to avoid him. We did pass in the doorway, but I ignored him. I know he saw me. How stupid can you get?
Surprisingly, the parking lot was now full. But not with normal cars-- with huge, swollen, twenty foot pick up trucks, bulging like a fat uncle. It was hard to get out of my parking space in my now dwindled car. Hard not to hit the massive trucks. But I managed to back out and straighten out. But as I went to put my foot on the brake, to change gears into drive, I couldn't remember which of the five pedals at my feet was the brake. Habitually, I looked in my mirrors and, in horror, realized there was something behind me. I saw a bookshelf, placed in front of the ivy covered brick wall. Frantically, I fumbled for the brake, but it was too late. I crunched the bookshelf. I snapped the shelves and cried, realizing I was in trouble.
The dreadful owner of the 7-11 and the bookshelf took me forcefully inside and into a small concrete walled room. Lights blazed on my face, hot and white. He yelled meaningless words, filling me with guilt and self-hate.
And then, in a moment, I was forgiven. He spoke softly and patted my hand like a father. He left me there, telling me I could go. I was still upset, I wanted to go home. Why was I going to San Jose? Why was I taking the 4 day trip to San Jose? I couldn't remember! So I called my boyfriend, to ask why we were going there. But once he answered, his gentle voice sounding so pleased to hear from me, I couldn't bear to ask it. So I simply told him what happened.
Then I closed my eyes, and woke up.